Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1887-02-10

OF the sled tighter than ever. Jack
looked over her shoulder and saw log
sled, piled high with logs, crossing the
road, How fast they were going, and
how slow it crept along. The seconds
seemed like years. They couldn't pos
sibly turn out, for it was in the very
middle of the grove. 1t didn't take
Jack long to make up his mind what to
do. With quick sweep of his leg he
turned the sled sideways. He couldn't
stop it, but he could make the end
where he sat hit the logs first. A sec
ond later Phillis was lying in little
frightened heap in the snow by the road
side unhurt, but Jack was stretched
out, white and senseless, under his sled
by the side of the big runners of the
log sled.
THE master picked him up and car
ried him to the school-house. Then he
sent for Jacks father, who was the
country doctor. After Jack opened his
eyes and knew any one he was carried
home, and he didn't leave it all winter
long. His back was injured, so they
said. The next spring he was able to
go to school again, but he couldn't play
with the other boys. His crutches were
in the way, and no matter how much
he whispered the master never whipped
him. He never wanted to, either, for
most every one loved Jack. He used
to sit with little Phillis, and they learned
their lessons ont of me. During recess
they would open me at the map of Eu-
rope and mark out the trip they were
going to take when they grew up and
were married. They were going to
Paris where Jack was going to be
cured. Then they would live in Italy
a year or so on the banks of beautiful
lake, and they would be so happy that
they would not care whether they had
any money or not"
"Well," observed Dickens, when the
Geography paused moment to breathe,
"did they marryP"
mo" returned the other, sadly.
"The next year Jack died and was
buried in the little church-yard behind
the village church. Phillis' father
preached the sermon at the funeral and
the whole school put flowers on the
grave. For awhile Phillis was incon-
solable, but such fret never lasts very
long, and before her school days were
over she was just rs CHEEKY and much
more beautiful than ever before. was
laid away years before she grew up
laid away very carefully-for Phillis
never forgot the secrets that | shared
with her. But haven't seen her for
years. | don't know really what has
become of her. She brought me to this
house with herin the.old chest. T'--F
At this moment the library door
opened and there entered the mistress
of the house, slight, handsome
woman, with sweet face and silver
hair.
81 thought l heard u noise on the
book Shelves" she said, "but l don't
see any thing there to make it now
Perhaps it might have been a mouse
I'll look for it. Why!" she exclaimed
as she seized the old geography and
drew it out of its place, (" howJid this
dear old book ever come down here? ]
thought l had lost it years ago"
Sitting down near the table sht
opened the well-worn leaves. Wher
she came to the old-time map of Eu
rope criss-crossed by pencil marks hcl
face softened, and as she bent over
to kiss the soiled and disfigured con
tinent two tear drops were mingled
with the blue waters of the sea.
Il think whispered Dickens t,
Matthew Arnold, as he nodded in tn,
direction of the old geography, :"
think l know, now, why the geogra
ply was kept so long"
yes" softly echoed the relocate,
, line of Scott. "Yes; we think you do
-Bewarnin Northrop, in ~ Y. Graphic